Mother's Warmth 2 Jackerman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jack countered, his voice firm, "She can't hate you. She is disappointed a little since the cops informed you about my mother, but you never reached for her." "I was lost, back then. Jack, trust me," I replied, taking my head back from his chest, "I love aunt as much as I love my mother." "I know," Jack gently said, wiping my tears off my cheeks with the back of his hand, "She loves you too- maybe more than us. That is why stop crying and go to her. Perhaps your presence could wake her up." And Jack gently guided me to my feet.

“Trees are gods and assholes at the same time. I’ve got bark. No shooter.” Susan’s breath flared in the comms through someone’s open mic—short, sharp, controlled panic. She crabbed under the fountain’s rim, water stitching her hair to her neck. People tripped over mothers, abandoned prams, dragged strangers who hadn’t realized yet that they’d stopped being bodies and become problems. Jack pushed past a couple locked in a half-hug of shock. “On me,” he said, and the command had that old weight. He took the stairs two at a time, out of the suite’s antiseptic chill and into heat that smelled like hot metal and fear.

“You got it.” “Son of a bitch.” Jack’s expression showed his inner war between annoyance and amusement. “These aren’t warm or practical,” she pointed out, sharing his annoyance, but none of the amusement. With a turn of his head, Jack pinned his stare on her. Oh, sweet heaven… Heat infused the dark depths of his eyes, tempting as melted chocolate, alive like the rich earth. She knew in that moment he was doing his best to picture her in each set of undergarments.

my mother replies as if she in her right mind. Adam and Jack both swear their outrage at my mother’s reasoning. “The Moon Goddess does not give children to parents who will abuse them. Using Jenna for her powers is abuse,” Adam says coldly as he pulls me into his embrace. I can feel the tension rolling over him as he holds his wolf back. Jake, his wolf, wants to rip my mother apart.

Max listened quietly, absorbing every word with the patience of someone who had seen too much. Just as Jack finished, a car pulled up at the gate. He didn’t need a second glance to recognize Jessica as she stepped out. Beside her was an older woman whose resemblance to Vera was uncanny. If not for the faint wrinkles on her face, Jack could have mistaken her for Vera herself. Her hair was dyed, still dark and glossy like Vera’s. Her movements, her poise, the grace in her steps, all mirrored the woman Jack had come to love. He didn’t need an introduction to know this was Vera’s mother.

Meanwhile, there I stood, the luna queen of the pack, yet appearing as if I hadn't donned a new dress in years. As she settled into her seat, I began pouring her coffee and loading her plate with pancakes. “Good morning,” I greeted, a smile gracing my lips. Instead of acknowledging my greeting, she merely rolled her eyes and buried herself in her phone once more. I stood beside her, head bowed, and hands clasped in front of me like an obedient student. She finally ended her call and sighed, scrutinizing me from head to toe before starting to eat. “Good morning, mother,” Jack arrived, dressed in a gray suit, adjusting his watch on his wrist. He leaned down and planted a kiss on his mother’s c

Since my mom and I always spent most of our days in the store, she created a space where we do all our cooking. We drove for two minutes, no one wanted to initiate the conversation. Mr. Jack asked "where is your house? let me drop you. After today I don't want to ever see you again." Hearing this I was happy, finally, I will be free from his terror. Mr. Jack brags a lot, but at the same time, he always keeps to his promise. His only problem is against women, he can't do without tipping them off with aphrodisiacs before having pleasure with them. He loves to play the victim role.

I've had enough. "Aww, did I hit a nerve?" Jacki laughs. Closing my eyes I try to push through the violence wanting to be released. "Do you even have a mother, or did she just give up when she had you?" She throws her head back and laughs, revealing the trashy pink lipstick that smeared on her teeth. Anger thrusts through my arms and my hands curl into fists. I'm going to lose it. I'm going to lose my temper and become irate, right here.

The door to the room opened, revealing a middle-aged woman who looked at them with narrowed eyes. She had jet-black hair, simple yet elegant makeup, and an air of authority. It made Elena, who was breathing heavily, swallow nervously. She felt like she was caught in the act, especially when the blue eyes were focused on her neck, then down to her waist where Jack's hand was still there. "Uh, s-sorry..." "Jack, Mama never taught you to take advantage of people's daughters," the woman who turned out to be Jack's mother snapped.

Angel gently pulled her mother's hand, inviting the woman to go to the living room. It turned out that Jack was sitting there relaxing, which suddenly made Mrs. Matthew squinted. "Who's he?" "He's Jack, my friend." "Hi, Mrs. Matthew..." Jack stretched out a hand with his usual friendly smile. "My name is Jack Wild." "Nice to meet you," replied Mrs. Matthew sat on the single sofa there. She looked at Angel and Jack alternately, feeling suspicious about their relationship, especially when Angel was no longer in contact with Erick.